People, with good reason maybe, often have a limited idea of what Myanmar is like, what to expect to find here, what they might not be able to find here.
No problem with that. Within reason.
Waiting for one of Air Asia’s three daily Yangon flights in Bangkok airport a woman – French maybe, mad as a hatter pretty certainly – sat in the same group of seats as me and struck up a with-the-world-in-general-conversation-monologue.
She announced that she had been in Bangkok for two days and had spent her time eating as much food as possible expecting that there would be nothing to eat here. A freelance journalist sitting nearby reassured her that food would not be a problem. I said that it’s even better than in Thailand, starting a small side-argument with the journalist (the first of several I have now had with her).
“Really?”, said the maybe-French woman. “You mean they have fruit and vegetables?”
Er .. Yes.
Here’s some of what I could buy on one Yangon street this morning.
In a bit I will get around to posting some pictures of what this stuff looks like cooked (for Nabeena).